My nose is bloody, my knuckles, too,
And my jersey's covered in mud.
I don't know who I thought I was kidding,
Trying to be some romantic stud.
...
Read full text
OH Aidan I adore this! ! ! So fabulously clever! ! ! You poor boy!
Grin...I like it. the image that pops up...it's a good one alright. like your analogy. Suits the topic down to the ground. although, id reword 'my feet feel made of lead'. and the 'out' that's spelt 'our' when she steals off with the ball.